Thought Stories

Desire. I desire your eyes on me. I want you to look at me and take me in. All of me. My scent, my curves , my lustful glances which you never leave unnoticed. I desire your touch. Your soft fingertips tracing lines along my shoulders, pinching the flesh on my hips, clawing my back until I bleed, while I thrust on top of you. I move with you, breathe with you, moan with you. I take you in – all of you, as deep as you go....

You are stirring my loins “You are the stirring in my loins” James told me on Saturday when I had paired him in the bowling club. “It is alright until you bend over to make your bowl but then my eyes are focused on something other than how many you are going to knock down.” I thought he was having a laugh but then I saw he wasn’t laughing, it was the look in his eyes and his volatile expression that he was thinking things...